…in many ways.
After waiting at the entrance of Grant Hospital for nearly half an hour while they found someone to transport Mavis from the 6th floor to the door, we made our way home last night, finally. I dropped her off at her house, where her family waited for her in the driveway as we pulled up. I’m sure it was a good homecoming (I left them to their reunion and went on home).
Hence, out of darkness comes light. Not only is Mavis embarking on a new, healthier life, we both learned a lot over the last week. Great stuff happened all around us, in spite of the near-death experience she suffered. It’s really not a cliché: sometimes it takes a tragedy to start things going in the right direction again. And lemmetellya, this was about as close to a tragedy as I’ve ever come in my life without actually losing the family member altogether. All is well, and I am forever grateful.
So last night, I got home from this incredible week, watched the Indians lose, caught up on some email, read awhile, then hit the hay at 11:30…only to wake up with a sore throat, achy bod and head feelin’ like it wants ta buss open. Amazing, ja??
Cripes. I just hope it goes away by tonight, in time for the Js sleepover. Anyway, happy holiday to all! (Except for Suzanne, of course — hope you’re still doing something fun!)